Clifford couldn't remember the last time he felt this nervous and excited all at once. His hands fumbled clumsily with his tie, frustration mounting as he failed to get it right.
Coming from a broken family, moments like this carried a bittersweet weight. His parents divorced when he was nineteen, and shortly after, both remarried and moved abroad to start new families. Clifford chose to stay behind and live on his own.
People pitied him, but he never saw himself as unlucky. Both his mother and father continued to support him financially and even left their properties in the country in his name.
"Look at you," Rain teased gently, stepping in to fix his tie. Her smile was warm, and her touch calm and steady as she adjusted it with practiced ease.
Sanya followed close behind, holding Clifford's suit jacket. She helped him slip it on with the same care a sister might show her younger brother. Since he was nineteen, these two women had become his family… his pillars.
